No Story To Be Told
11/6/12 at 13:08pm
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beautifulwhatsyourhurry:

They’re on the couch in their living room, older with a dash of grey in their hairlines, and married for almost twenty-five years when he asks.

            “Blaine?”

            “Hm?”

            “Why are you still with me?”

Blaine breaks his gaze on the television where an old black and white classic, almost ancient now, plays for the third time that day and focuses on his husband. He tucks his toes under Kurt’s thigh, their legs stretched out on the sofa. Quickly muting the movie, he watches the shades of grey and white light flicker on Kurt’s cheekbone.

            “Your whole life is in your face, Kurt,” he says simply. “Sometimes when you smile, there’s this little crinkle around your right eye and I think it’s from when we met.”

            “That was ages ago,” Kurt says, ducking his head.

            “But it’s there. And when you’re angry, the dip between your eyebrows tells me the story of that one time I almost broke your heart. When you cry, I can see your childhood. I can see your life before I even knew you and when you laugh our wedding day is in your dimples.”

            “But why are you still with me?”

            “Because your whole life is in your face. And I still love what I see.”

Nodding, Kurt turns his attention back to the television. Blaine continues to stare at Kurt’s profile while the memories of entire existence continue to unfold on Kurt’s face, around his lips, along the bridge of his nose, and in between each delicate eyelash.

Blaine smiles and begins to massage Kurt’s feet in his lap after he un-mutes the movie.